Embassies are closing down indefinitely, you can just imagine the situation. Absurdities everywhere, airports jammed, and everywhere are news specials in panic attacks, interviewing the Director of Ministry this, Tourism Head Secretary that. It was all in the news, Philippines the Weakest Country in Southeast Asia, where the hell have we taken a wrong turn?...
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Common Charlatan
I’ve been writing like a madman on pieces of paper. The hunt for the Perfect Journal has begun, since, I guess, I measure time with consumed journals. Like chapters, or what-have-you. Everyone must know the importance, the weight of journals (hey, offline, hein?), from the number of pages to paper quality to the coverdesign (it...
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goodbye to the grass
I didn’t know it then but I will soon, anxious heart and madly stung. Every time the same thing. You’ve got to be far away to miss something. Not miss as in the feeling; miss as in the verb. And now here I am again you’re there tucked in envelopes in my pocket and where...
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Words pressed in found yellow notebooks
I walk into this room every night, tonight of all nights. Something seems different. Like the silent sigh paused on everyone’s lips, I prompt myself to feel something other than what I feel now. A natural reaction: standing in the middle of circular stone patterns, tips of shoes touching, black leather against blue rubber, arms...
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First a mic and a half-cigarette
My exclusive excuse for not helping put up the Christmas tree is: “But, last year I was electrocuted.” I plead this case every year and it used to work. It didn’t work this year. As a result, I found a data cd containing pictures I’d forgotten about while looking for the goddam box of goddam...
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You were right
…because whatever you say about Mr. Gough, I have a weakness for self-depricating and apologetically corny ‘wearing my heart on my sleeve’ melodies and voices that can’t quite reach the right note, ah! the badly drawn boys of the world who mention sinatra and Jeff Buckley in their little poems… grand-grander-grandeur-grandiose
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Inane Conversations
These are inane conversations. Reading this is simply a waste of your time. Inane Conversation 1 “What do you mean, you don’t know?” “I mean I have no clue.” “But you should. You must. You’ve gotta know. You know?” “Why are you hassling me?” “I’m not hassling you. I’m simply asking why you don’t know...
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Taking the Shape
Don’t you know who exists for you, don’t you know blood is not real red? When you incorporate parallels into perpendiculars it might as well be the start of a spiral. Snow White, Rose Red, Purple Rain, My Blue Heaven. It’s just a colour, anyway. Start a war? There’s a world war everyday in your...
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Workaholics are Alcoholics?
It sure fits the description. Presenting my friend Flemynne A., drunk of work and alcohol in lethal doses. She has never been the same since she started working two years ago. Here she is lookin’ fresh as daisies. Bravissimo!
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Aorta
My body, it’s upside-down from lack of sleep. It doesn’t know whom to listen to: this girl’s heart, or this girl’s mind. It stays awake even though it’s tired, it dances even though its feet are sore. I fell asleep at five in the morning. Three hours later I was awake, vision askew and distorted....
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